Title: Havana

Summary: Eliot meets up with an old friend while the team takes a short vacation.

Disclaimer: I don't own Leverage or any of the characters associated with the show. I only claim ownership to the character that I created. Also, no profits are being made off of this story. It's only for your entertainment.

Author's Note: Soo sorry that this update took so long! I've been dealing with some stuff lately that made this a bit hard to write, but don't worry I will definitely keep at it. Hope it was worth the wait!

Chapter 10

There's a little moonlight, dancing on the sand,
There's a warm breeze blowin by the ocean as you're takin my hand…
The scent of your perfume, floatin in the air,
Lookin like an angel lyin on a blanket with a halo of hair.
And those lips, look too good to be true,
Once I taste that kiss, I know what'll happen,
I'll be at the mercy of you…

Natalia stopped him just before they hit the beach, bracing herself against his shoulder as she removed her heels, sinking her toes into the sand. "Good idea," Eliot handed her the bottle and did the same, stuffing his socks into his shoes.

They made their way out from the bar far enough that the noise and lights from the crowd had faded, giving way to the soft lap of the sea. Eliot let his shoes drop from his hand before stretching his arms out in front of him, crossing his legs at the knees, and flopping down butt-first into the sand. Natalia laughed at him before sitting to his right and resting her head on his shoulder. She lazily slit the paper seal on the cap of the rum before unscrewing it and sitting up to take a sip. Eliot let out a soft laugh as she slowly brought the bottle down from her lips.

"Yes?" She raised a sarcastic eyebrow.

"Nothin," he smiled, "I was just thinkin about the first time we went out drinkin."

She laughed at the way alcohol brought out his accent as her mind drifted back to the memory. It had been a Friday back in "school" and Eliot insisted they spend the night down at the bar. His reasoning was that they had all of Saturday and Sunday to be hungover before classes again on Monday. They split the cost of a bottle of Jack and he had been determined to finish it all that night.

"How many did we have?"

"Eight shots each in about an hour and a half," she raised the bottle to her lips again.

"Ah yes," Eliot grinned. "I was so sure I'd beat you."

"Of course you were," a mischievous glint flickered in her eyes.

"Soo wrong. Hell, you were the one picking my drunk ass up off the floor," his face was lit up with a full smile, mirth lines showing around his eyes.

"You can't out-drink genetics, Love," she had inherited her father's Caribbean alcohol tolerance, something Eliot learned the hard way.

"No, momma, no you can't," she smiled at the nickname as he reached out a hand to cup the back of her neck and pulled her to him, laying a kiss on the top of her head. She was the one who walked home with him and tucked him into his bed, propped up on his side with a trashcan on the floor just in case. She was the one who stayed the night and woke him gently with a cup of coffee, a hot breakfast and a beautiful smile. His head was pounding, his voice was hoarse, and he would have punched someone out if she hadn't closed all of the blinds in his apartment, and yet he still considered it to be one of the greatest mornings of his life. It was the first time they spent the night in the same bed. The first time he woke to the sight of her in his t-shirt and boxers. She had that sexy morning hair tossed over one shoulder and her clear green eyes, the brightest thing in his field of vision, stared back into his bloodshot ones. How she wasn't hungover and in just as miserable state as he, Eliot never figured out. Just another one of her mysterious powers that when added up equated to Natalia.

"You haven't called me that in so long," she whispered into the breeze that brushed over them from off the sea.

"What, momma? Well I ain't seen you in so long," he held her body against his, cheek resting on the top of her head. "I'm gonna miss you when you leave, you know that right?" Eliot admitted.

She pulled away from him, a bit surprised at his sudden rush of emotion. In all of their partings, they always left those critical words unspoken, living on the philosophy that things unsaid were just as powerful as those confessed.

"I'm going to miss you too Eliot," she looked up at him, his gaze now directed straight out to sea. "Hey…" she stuffed the bottle of rum into the sand before crawling her way into his lap. "Can I tell you something?"

"You can tell me anything momma," he looked up at her, hands rubbing her shoulder blades.

"I'm starting to think this whole 'seeing you once a year' thing isn't going to cut it anymore. I miss you too much."

At that moment he cradled the back of her head, pulling her into a kiss that caused his fedora to fall backwards into the sand. She ran her fingers through his hair as his tongue played with hers. He tasted of Eliot and spiced rum, a combination that she wanted to lock away forever as only hers to savor.

"I think you're right," he rumbled as she brushed the hair out of his face. Natalia sighed and wriggled out of his lap, flopping down on her back into the soft white sand, staring up at him. Eliot ran a finger over her jaw line, his touch light enough to make her involuntarily tremble. His thumb moved to trace the contours of her lips, brushing across the peaks of her cupid's bow, down into the dimple in the middle of her full bottom lip. Her breathing was unsteady now, her eyelashes fluttered against her cheeks as she surrendered to the sensation. Eliot knew that this always got her.

He had learned through years of somewhat nefarious sexscapades that every woman had at least one socially acceptable place which, when touched, instantly turned them on. The backs of their knees, the inside of their elbows, if he touched their shoulders just so. He had made it a point to find that magic spot on every woman he had ever been with. Few, however, managed to discover that his ears were what made him tick.

Natalia possessed two of these magical little triggers; the back of her neck and her lips. Touch her just right and one of the most dangerous women in the world was putty in your hands. It was a bit of payback for the deliciously torturous stunt she had pulled on him earlier. He was going to make her finish what she started sooner or later, by the way. But right now he was enjoying his power over her as he moved down her neck and under the loose collar of her shirt. His fingers dipped into the valley between her breasts before sliding under her bra to cup her firm flesh in his palm.

"Eliot," she gasped, her voice breathy, back arched, pressing herself up into his hand. She looked incredible lying there below him. Her dark hair was splayed across the white sand, hands gripping desperate handfuls of it in an effort to withstand the sweet torture the hitter was inflicting. His fingers circled her hardened nipple before he leaned down to kiss her, stealing the breath from her throat as her fingers tangled in his silky hair. He pulled his hand away from her soft skin, fingers moving to slip under her shorts. She grabbed his wrist before he went any further.

Eliot froze, his eyes locked on hers, searching for why she had stopped him. Natalia cocked her head to the right and he looked up to see what she had gestured towards. A little ways off were the large thatched umbrellas of a nearby hotel complete with rolled up towels on plush reclining beach chairs. The hitter immediately caught on. They were exposed where they were, surrounded by nothing but sand. The pair was all for some extra excitement, but there was a line between excitement and exhibitionism.

"Twenty meters, third umbrella in. Race ya," a mischievous glint flashed in Natalia's eyes before she grabbed her shoes and bolted. "Don't forget the rum," she yelled back at him.

"You little…" Eliot began before he realized he'd better get moving. He snatched up his shoes and hat before groping for the rum sitting propped up in the sand and dashing after her. Naturally he lost.

"No fair," he dumped everything but the bottle onto the sand at the foot of one beach chair before sitting down facing her.

"Tell you what," she moved to stand between his legs as he swallowed a mouthful of rum. "I'll make it up to you," Natalia unclipped the pocket knife from the back of her shorts, tossing it into one of her shoes, before unzipping and slipping out of her khaki shorts. Eliot sat the bottle back into the sand with a grin. She had switched out her thong for a pair of black lace boy shorts that showed plenty of cheek while leaving just enough to the imagination; just how he liked it. Eliot let out a low growl and hooked and arm around her waist, pulling her to him. He hiked up her shirt allowing his lips access to her stomach. Eliot blazed a trail of kisses, licks, and soft bites across her firm abs. Her hands frantically tore at his shirt, yanking it up over his head and disposing of it in the sand. Natalia dug her nails into his muscled shoulders and gently pulled at his hair, the mild pain egging him on. The hitter's calloused fingers kneaded her ass as he laid a firm nip on her hipbone. Suddenly he stopped, tossing his head to clear the stray hair out of his eyes as he looked up at her.

"I'm sorry wait just one second. Is this hunk of meat right here USDA certified?" He twisted her hips to get a better look and playfully smacked her ass.

She let out a laugh before answering. "No, but last time I checked it was an Eliot Spencer certified Grade A hunk of meat," she looked down at him, tendrils of her dark hair dancing in the breeze, green eyes sparkling.

"So it's ESGA certified. Hell, well that's good enough for me," he ran his fingers under the lace of her boy shorts, hiking up one side enough to allow him to lay a hearty bite on one cheek. "That's quality right there."

She shook her head before pushing him off of her and backing up enough to take off her shirt. Eliot tossed the rolled up hotel towel on the ground before stretching out onto the cushions of the chair, hands behind his head, obviously enjoying the view. The assassin ran a foot up his clothed leg, gently brushing her toes over the bulge in his cargos, eliciting a groan from his mouth. Her foot moved to his hip and pushed until she had successfully shoved him off of the chair and into the sand. Immediately she straddled the hitter before he had time to react, feeling him already deliciously hard beneath her. Natalia flipped open the button on his cargos, hands massaging his stomach.

"You gonna finish what you started, you little cock-tease?" He sat up and growled against her lips before capturing them between his own.

Natalia let out a low mischievous laugh as her fingers pulled at the zipper on his pants. She moved to trace her tongue along the outside of his earlobe before lightly nipping it. Eliot's breath was hot on her neck, his hands gripping her hair. "Down boy," the assassin purred and he compiled. She shuffled around, gently, almost lovingly placing the rolled towel behind his head and tucking a lock of hair behind his ear. Her fingers lingered a moment on his scruffy cheek before moving to pull off his cargos. She settled between his legs as her fingers teased him through his boxer briefs before pulling his dick out of them. Natalia's long fingers gently touched his velvety skin, impossibly soft against the tantalizing hardness beneath. She traced the tip of her tongue along the underside of his shaft before taking all of his length into her mouth, catching Eliot off guard.

"Ohh fuck," he growled, unable to still the reflexive thrust of his hips up into her warm mouth. Natalia massaged his balls as her painfully skilled mouth bobbed up and down along his cock. He fisted her hair, his breathing coming in harsh gasps. He fought the urge to fuck her tight little throat right there until he came. He wanted to make her swallow every fuckin' ounce of him, and he was about to, before a hard hand on his hip shattered his fantasy. She pulled away from him, prompting a borderline snarl as he craned his neck to look down at her.

The sight temporarily abated his anger. He wanted to freeze what he saw and keep it forever. Her hair was wild, falling in her eyes, cascading down her shoulders, and tickling his thighs. Her lips were swollen and moist; the tendons in her neck visible with every intake of breath. Her eyes, dark and wide with lust, flashed something devilish and he knew what he was in for. She straddled him before he could think, shifted her underwear aside, and sank down onto the hitter with a gasp.

"Better?" She sighed with a smile.

"Mmmhhmm," he rumbled. "Get movin cowgirl," he slapped her ass before feeling her thighs tighten around him. She began to rock her hips, slowly at first, running her hands across his tight stomach. She threw her whole body into riding him, back arched, abs tightened, hips rolling smoothly as she ground against him. The hitter reached his hands up to cup her breasts through her bra, causing her to toss her head back with a moan. The ends of her hair brushed his thighs, sending a shiver up his spine. Eliot's fingers dipped under the fabric that restrained the perfect globes of her chest and he ran the pads of his thumbs over her stiff nipples causing her to pick up her pace. His breathing was rough as he bucked his hips up to meet her movement and his hands left her chest to tangle in her hair.

Natalia slowed back to a grind, her nails digging into his shoulders. She wound tight circles around his length, stimulating every inch of him. The assassin had technique unmatched by any woman he'd ever been with. Every move was finessed, pulled from her repertoire and executed perfectly to induce the sensation of her choosing. She relished this position of power. Eliot was under her delicious control, forbidden from doing anything she didn't find immediately gratifying. When he pumped his hips harder, urging her to move faster, she slowed instead, fingers digging into his stomach in warning. When she decided his hands on her arms were a waste of time, she moved them to her ass instead. When he attempted to sit up and kiss her, she shoved him back into the sand with a predatory flash of her eyes and a clawed hand dangerously close to his neck. She was running this show. And it wasn't over until she said so. He needed to start thinking about something unsexy. He had to concentrate on anything that would keep him from coming before she let him. Math problems, sad puppies, Hardison…

Oh, whoa. That last one was working a bit too well.

Natalia leaned down to trail her mouth across the contours of his sweat-dampened chest, her tongue paying ample attention to each nipple, clamping a hand over his mouth to stifle his moans. Eliot's eyes were shut tightly, brow furrowed, head pressed back into the towel as her lips dipped into the hollow between his pecs before moving up to his neck. The little seductress was making him mad. She replaced the hand on his mouth with her soft full lips and the hitter could taste his sweat on her. Hungrily he consumed her, craning his neck to press his mouth harder against hers. He bit the assassin's bottom lip before sucking it back into his mouth to soothe it with his tongue.

"Open your eyes," she breathed against his mouth when he released her. Eliot complied, his hands raking through her hair. "Come for me baby."

She picked up her pace and sat up slightly, bracing her hands against his chest. The hitter's breathing began to fall apart into short, shallow, gasps as she brought him closer to release. She knew he was about to scream. He shut his eyes as she once again covered his mouth with her palm, tipping him over the edge. Eliot came with a roar reluctantly confined to the back of his throat, tearing at her hair and growling with each pang of his orgasm that ripped through him. He felt her walls clench around his throbbing dick as her nails clawed at his chest. He opened his eyes quickly enough to catch a glimpse of ecstasy. Her head was cradled in his hands, mouth open as if to scream, but she held her breath instead, rocking her hips to ride out her pleasure.

Eliot pulled her down to him when her breath returned, locking his mouth to hers. There was another funny thing about her; she was either screaming like a wildcat or not making a sound. He smirked and sat up with her in his arms. They were both glistening with sweat, sheets of sand clinging to the moisture. She brushed what she could from his hair with a smile before climbing off of him and standing up to wipe the sand from her legs. Eliot adjusted his boxer briefs before standing up and stretching out his back.

"You're covered with sand," Natalia laughed, and made a move to grab the towel. Before she completed her motion Eliot scooped her up like a rag doll over his right shoulder, wrapping an arm around the backs of her thighs. "ELIOT!" she yelped as he made his way to the ocean. She squirmed in his grasp but he held her firm, turning his head slightly to nip her bottom.

He waded out into the sea up to his stomach before tossing her into the water with a splash. She quickly found her footing in the soft sand bottom before standing up. Wiping the water from her eyes, she opened them expecting to see the man who had gotten her into this predicament. She instead was hit with a splash of water from behind. She spun around and stared him down with her mouth open. Eliot smirked, the water up to his chest now, as the corners of her mouth turned up into a smile. She lunged at him, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"You're terrible," she whispered before he kissed her. The soft lap of the cool water soothed their heated bodies as she wrapped her legs around his waist. The hitter possessively cupped the back of her head, pulling her to him, sucking on her mouth like his life depended on it. He lavished affection on her bottom lip, trailing his tongue over it, biting ever so lightly. She deepened the kiss, opening her mouth further, allowing his tongue to play against hers.

Eliot's lips were a stark contrast against the rest of him; they were achingly soft. His stubble scratched her cheeks and chin, his hard muscled body was pressed tight against her, his rough hands put her exactly where he wanted her. But his lips were so wonderfully full and incredibly supple. Natalia found herself wishing they were hers to kiss forever.

She pulled away to catch her breath, resting her forehead against his and he ran a hand across her cheek, brushing her wet hair off of her face. A soft breeze blew, causing her to shiver in his arms.

"Let's get you warmed up there momma," he kissed her again before letting her go. He took her hand and waded back to shore before scooping her up, one arm behind her back, her knees draped over the other.

"You know I can walk right?" She playfully teased.

"If you can walk, you can run," he set her down as they reached their beach chairs, "and I don't want you runnin away from me." Eliot grabbed a fresh towel and draped it around her shoulders, gently patting her down to dry her off.

"Eliot," she whispered as she pulled the towel tight around her, "I'd never run from you."

He looked up from briskly drying himself off. Her eyes were once again sparkling, curly wet hair framing her moonlit features. She was dead serious. Physical miles could separate their bodies, but neither miles nor years could separate their hearts. He stretched out on the beige cushions of a beach chair and motioned for her to join. Natalia snuggled up to his side, towel and all, as he wrapped his arm around her. Her head fit perfectly into the curve of his shoulder, his body providing the warmth that she craved. Before he knew it, she was fast asleep in his arms, on a beach chair, in Havana, Cuba. No one in the world could shatter this moment if they tried.

The song is "Let Me Down Easy" by Billy Currington. Full credit goes to its rightful owners.